Thursday, October 23, 2014

I've come to terms with being this woman, the Jimmy-Manalo-Christian shoes. The Chanel-Vuitton-Hermès bags. The fur jacket, a gift from Emile, Christmas last. Not the frou-frou dog, at least not yet. Being the kept woman.

When I arrived in Paris eleven years ago,I wouldn't have believed that this was what I'd become. But I started down the path not that long after arriving. The change was gradual and when I recognized what was happening I fought it, though halfheartedly. Acceptance brings relief.

Kim

4 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Dear Kim,

I realize that I've been reading you for 10 years already. And I never had the impression that you were half-hearted about being the kept woman. Actually, you spoke about escorting as a way to achiever your own goals, as you did with your company. With Dimitri (?) you were even prepared to compromise on his low salary, out of love. So why the acceptance now? Not that I see anything wrong in it, of course. You just surprised me... Thanks for sharing your thoughts, once more.

8:26 PM  
Blogger Kim said...

What if something is a means to an end and the end never comes, yet the something continues?

K

11:24 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Thanks, Kim. But you leave me thinking what was the end...

12:19 AM  
Blogger Kim said...

...what was the end?

A good question, something amorphous that justified the then current actions.

K

5:12 PM  

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